Gosh, how you two manage to miss the point, and assume I’m advocating strings of ONS? There’s a large middle ground between ‘mustn’t do the slightest sexual exploration, including of my own body, before my wedding night, after I’ve committed for life to a man I have no idea if I’m sexually compatible with’ and ‘shag anything that moves’.
And there’s often a direct correlation between mandated ignorance of your own body and sexuality and finding sex difficult or painful, because you’re going from ‘no, mustn’t, forbidden’ to ‘off you go now you’re married’.my mother’s generation had this in a strictly Catholic society where contraception was unavailable. It’s thoroughly depressing and retrograde to hear of it being ‘chosen’ by someone in their 30s.